One of the saddest things about losing our old home was the lack of access to an unspoilt beach through the fascinating dune forest. I had forgotten that I am one of the custodians of a conservancy which has just such access, and today when I fetched young J from playschool we took a very slight detour, let ourselves in through the locked gate, and wandered down the 130 steps through the greenery.
Then, over the dune:
Beyond that – the beach! An attractive one, with an area free of rocks, a sandbank (that will come and go), then some good rock pools, and situated in one of my favourite shell-collecting areas where cowries are often found. YAHOO!
As may be seen from the white horses, the day was too windy for the beach to be pleasant, but soon … :) :) :) :) :)
On the way back, I dutifully filled a bag with whatever wind-blown litter I could find, while four-year-old J verified the number of steps.